At last, he lifted up his hands and eyes to Heaven, and calls out _O tempora, O mores!_ But I was not to be done so.

Oh! oh! Brother, says I, what you think to frighten me by calling all your family about you; but I don't care for you, nor your family neither--so stow it-- I'll mill the whole troop--Only bring your Tempora and Mores here, that's all--let us have fair play, I'll tip 'em the Gas in a flash of lightning--I'll box 'em for five pounds, d---- me: here, where's Tempora and Mores, where are they?
My eyes, how he did stare when he see me ready for a set to-- I never laugh'd so in my life--he made but two steps out of the room, and left me master of the field.

What d'ye think of that for a lark, eh ?--Keep it up--keep it up, d---- me, says I--so I sets down to the table, drank as much as I could--then I mix'd the heel-taps all in one bottle, and broke all the empty ones--then bid adieu to Tempora and Mores, and rolled home in a hackney-coach in prime and plummy order, d---- me." "Coming along Piccadilly last night after leaving you, I was overtaken at the corner of Rupert-street by our old college-companion Harry Hartwell, pursuing his way to the Hummums, where it seems he has taken up his abode.

Harry, you remember, never was exactly one of us; he studies too much, and pores everlastingly over musty old volumes of Law Cases, Blackstone's Commentaries, and other black books, to qualify himself for the black art, and as fit and proper person to appear at the Bar.

The length of time that had elapsed since our last meeting was sufficient inducement for us to crack a bottle together; ~92~~so taking his arm, we proceeded to the place of destination, where we sat talking over past times, and indulging our humour till half-past one o'clock, when I sallied forth on my return to Long's, having altogether abandoned my original intention of calling in Golden-square.